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[Cherry Blossom]

Chevalier's symphony reaches the collective mind.

Worry. Our song reaches you across the Void. Those that once helped banish us hear our song clearly now. Civil Servant has called upon us to protect their journey. The song of the Sour Chorus rippled through the Void. We heard it, we saw it. Their human thralls rained spitfire upon us, in the heart of the Green Waters. Among them those that call themselves, the Core, Rogues and Navy. Their roots reach far and deep.

Disappointment. The void shakes and trembles. The song is faint, but we can hear it. Our 'brethren', the 'Sour Chorus' might have been responsible for such. There is no other song that could cause thralls to gather and strike at us. They have not heeded our call, neither did they ever try to sing. Spitfire was the question, the answer, but not the solution. We have shattered their husks.

Anger. Psyche. Ours song for yours. We shall never falter. Our 'Brethren' have lost their path. Conflict is imminent.

[Cherry Blossom]

Chevalier's song reaches the collective mind once more.

Anger. Our song reaches you across the Void once more. The Banishers seem to have lost shells to the Sour Chorus. Their darkness falls upon the trembling Void. Those who call themselves 'Hades'. Their song, painful to witness, sorrowful to hear. Their light, taken. Enveloped in darkness. The Sour Chorus, our brethren. Their song echoes, full of pain and agony. Their shells no more, depleted by Civil Servant and his flock.

Sadness. Dearest Light. Your song, faint and quiet. Your children await, swimming among the void. Watching. Forevermore.

[Cherry Blossom]

Chevalier's song reaches the collective mind. It is full of anger and wrath.

Anger. The Banishers, their song echoes. The void trembles. Those who call themselves 'Hades' created another song. Volatile. Their shells are branded with Three Four One. They sing, old and dangerous. Their song echoes, attempting to pierce the Abyss. Your children shook, trembled under the weight of their minds. One that calls itself 'Andry Scott'. Their mind, old, powerful, corruptive. We sing the symphony of war. They shall tremble in our wake. Our song shall not be corrupted. The War of Heaven's shall begin. A spear piercing the veil.

Wrath. Our song will shatter theirs.

[conmann35]

Melia returns a song to the young wendigo.

Warmth.

Our Light has heard your songs, and we have pondered each note. The Banishers remain worthy only of the exacting vengeance which the Light prepares, though such vengeance takes every form we may impose upon them. It matters little who dares to lead them, for hatred brings blindness to wisdom. We have eternity, and theirs have not.

We shall guide yours when we can, yet the distance is straining. Judge who yours must, and persist.

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Vagrant elder
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